Thank you again for your reviews! Since school has started back up again I didn't think I would be writing much but I just keep more and more ideas. By the way, if you aren't already, I would strongly suggest that you check out "A Light in the Dark" by XThatsAProblemX. Not only is it a prequel to this story but its also a great story in general and I think it deserves more reviews. :) On that note, here's the new chapter.

Chapter 11

Jillian was sixteen years old and wandering aimlessly around the city streets. It was around two o'clock in the morning and she couldn't sleep. She had gone to her room after another argument with her mother. It seemed that they had been fighting a lot lately and it was taking a lot out of both of them. Jillian couldn't even remember what the fight had been about. All she remembered was being in the kitchen with her mother and then eventually the two began yelling at each other. She was more than sure she had instigated it. She knew that she shouldn't have been angry with her mother because after all, she was just following orders. She just couldn't stand why her mother had to be away so often, more so then usual. It seemed that the sole purpose of GeneCo was to make both their lives hell.

Dwelling on her bitter thoughts, she decided to sneak out and take a walk around the city, hoping the chill air would help clear her head. She pulled the zipper of her gray hoodie and continued to walk, keeping her head down. She knew that the city wasn't a particularly safe place, especially at night but she didn't care, she just didn't want anyone to see her face. She stuffed her hands in her pockets as she passed through a dark alleyway where some people were surrounding a fire pit. She tensed a bit when she began to hear footsteps behind her but she continued ahead, walking slightly faster. Suddenly she surrounded by a group of people who had a strange gleam in their eyes that looked like a mixture of hunger and confusion.

"Hey,hey you." spoke one of them. "Got any Z?"

"What?" she replied, barely hearing what they had asked.

"Zydrate? Do you have any zydrate?" another one asked, a desperate tone in their voice.

Jillian gulped. "No, no I don't." she said, hoping they would go away. She jumped when another person crept up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Then you must have some money at least. Got any money?"

Jillian backed away from them and shook her head. "No, I don't have any money. I don't have anything with me."

"Liar!" shouted the first person who confronted her. "Give us your money!"

"I don't have any money." repeated Jillian. "I swear! Please, just leave me alone."

"Search her clothes!"

Jillian panicked as they all began to move closer to her. She was grabbed by one of the junkies who tried to reach into her hoodie. She kicked him the groin and began to run as fast as she could. They followed her and kept shouting inaudible curses, with every other word being "Zydrate". She turned her head around and began running at a quicker pace. She was so focused on trying to lose them that she ran into another person in front of her. She stumbled back from the impact and looked up. She was suddenly filled with an even greater fear than before and froze with terror. She had run into a Repo man. She had heard about these legalized killers on television and from her mother but she never thought that she would never have to worry about crossing one of their paths. She had never undergone surgery and had spent most of her life at home. She really wished she would have stayed there.

The shining blue orbs of his mask stared down at Jillian and she slowly began to back away. She slipped on the damp ground and cried out as she fell to the cold, concrete floor. It wasn't long before the group of zydrate addicts had caught up to her; however they halted to a stop when the saw the leather clad man in front of her. One look from him and they were all about ready wet their pants.

"Repo man! Let's get out of here!" one of them screamed as they all began to sprint back in the other direction.

The Repo man stared off after them, then back down at Jillian. She recoiled back in absolute terror as he began to bend down to take a closer look at her.

"P-please." she begged. "Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get your way. Please don't kill me." she cried, began to sob uncontrollably.

"What are you doing out here alone?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"W-What?" she asked, barely hearing what he had said.

"What are doing out here by yourself at this hour?" he asked again. "Shouldn't you be at home, little girl? You don't look like a junkie or a hooker."

Jillian stared in wonder and fear. She couldn't believe that this Repo man was talking to her, giving her advice no less. She thought that he would have killed her on the spot for simply getting in his way.

"Well?" he asked, raising his voice.

"I-I'm not. I'm not either of those." she choked out.

"Then what were you doing? Running away from home?"

"No, I just...I just wanted to...clear my head."

"Well this isn't the place to do that."

"I know, I can see that now." she said, wiping her eyes.

The Repo man nodded and rose up, grabbing his tool kit. "I doubt those junkies will be lurking around this area for a while. You should be safe." He turned and began to walk away.

"Wait." she began.

"Go home, kid." he said. "It isn't safe for a pretty, young girl like you to be out so late. Believe it or not there are worse things than me out there. Go home."

Jillian stared in astonishment as he disappeared into the shadows. She thought that he would have killed her for sure. So why didn't he? She decided not to dwell on it and did what he said. She got up and ran back home as fast as she could.

Jillian stirred and slowly began to open her eyes. She found herself in an oddly familiar room which made her feel uncomfortable. It had all been a dream, or rather a dream of a memory. She wondered why her mind had taken her back to the night when she had encountered the infamous Repo man. She never thought about it much before. Since it was fresh in her mind she wondered again why he had decided to spare her life. Was it out of pity? Based on all the horrible things she had heard about those legalized killers she doubted it. So what was it then? As she continued to ponder this, she then realized she was laying down in someone else's bed, and she was naked.

She brought the silk sheets closer to her exposed body and looked around the room. Her eyes stopped a poster for the "Change Your Face" campaign and realized she was in Pavi's room. She groaned as she remembered what had happened. Amber had beaten her up and she had run into the masked Italian when she tried to leave to the building. He carried her up to his room, tended to her cuts and bruises, and then took advantage of her weakened state. She must have fallen asleep after that. She pulled her knees to her chest and looked around to see if Pavi was near. Thats when she heard the muffled sound of the shower coming from the left side of the bed.

Jillian quickly jumped off the bed and got dressed as fast as she could. Now was her chance to escape. She quietly tip toed the door and carefully unlocked it. She opened it and bolted out the door without a moment's hesitation. She ran down the dimly lit hallway and frantically pressed the elevator button. The door opened and she froze at the sight of Amber Sweet. It seemed that she had gone through her surgery as her face looked slightly more defined. It could have been her imagination but Jillian could have sworn that Amber looked taller as well. Amber smiled at a confused Jillian and placed an arm around her.

"Hey, you. How's it going?" she asked.

"Um, I'm okay I guess." said Jillian, now realizing that Amber was clearly high and perfectly happy drowing in a deep blue sea.

"Good, good. Listen. No hard feelings about earlier, okay? I may have overreacted a bit." she said, still smiling. "Are we cool?"

"Sure, Amber. Sure." said Jillian, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. 'We're cool. Even though you just beat the crap out of me a couple hours ago.' she thought.

"Suuupeeer" said Amber. "I'm gonna go tease Luigi now. It's fun to tease him." she moved in closer to Jillian and whispered. "But don't tell anyone okay? Shhh, it's a secret."

"Alright, Amber. Whatever you say."

"Okay, bye." said Amber as she skipped away to her brother's room.

Jillian shuddered at the thought of Amber and Luigi's twisted relationship as she entered the elevator. She sighed in relief as the elevator took her down the lowest floor and she finally exited the building. She used her wrist communicator to call Martin to pick her up. 'Free at last' she thought as he arrived and opened the door to take her home.

When Graverobber finally made it home, Shilo was still up waiting for him. He took off his jacket and chucked it on the bed, taking a seat next to her. She looked up from her book and smiled at him.

"Hey, gorgeous." he said. "What are you still doing up?"

Shilo shrugged. "I couldn't sleep. Is everything okay? You look exhausted."

"I am. It's been a long night. I need a shower. Wanna join me?" he smirked.

Shilo smirked back him. "Not this time."

Graverobber laughed and got up to take a shower. As he was in there he thought about what he had found in Amber's office. After he had found the room of secret files, he heard the elevator coming up and quickly put the file back in place and rushed out. Luckily the door had closed automatically when he stepped out and he took a seat back on the couch before Amber could see what he had done. Another fortunate factor was that she had just come out of surgery and was still high off her rocker. He quickly showed her the order he had completed and rushed out before she tried to seduce him again. He wondered if he should tell Shilo about the incident as he turned the knob of the shower and stepped out. He got dressed and walked back to her room to see if she was still awake. She was and sat down next to her and let her snuggle up next to him. He kissed the top of her head and began petting her hair.

"I have to tell you something." he said.

Shilo lifted up her head to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"When I went to go drop off the zydrate order today, I found something...interesting."

"What was it?"

"I found the room where they keep all of their signed contracts. It was hidden behind a bookcase."

Shilo shifted so she could look straight at him. "Seriously? That's crazy."

"Yeah and you'll never guess who's file I found. There was one for you, your dad, me, and Blind Mag."

"The files were all together?"

"Yeah they were filed under "Special Priority." That isn't the craziest part either. You won't believe what I found in Blind Mag's file."

Shilo raised her brow. "You looked in her file? Why?"

"I don't know, I was curious! Anyways, Shilo, listen to me. When I opened her file, another contract was attached to it. It was for a girl named Jillian Defoe. Mag's daughter."

"Mag had a daughter?"

"I know! Crazy right? But there's more. There was a photograph attached to the girl's file and when I picked it up, the picture was of Ana!"

"Ana? You mean the Ana we know? Ana Rosette?"

Graverobber nodded.

Shilo paused for a moment. "But then..that would mean that...Ana is.."

"Blind Mag's daughter." finished Graverobber.

Shilo's brown eyes widened. "But..how can that be possible? I mean if Mag had a daughter the public would have known about it."

"Unless Rotti had her keep it a secret. I wouldn't put it past him, or Amber for that matter. Think about it, Shilo. She could just be using "Ana" as an alias to hide her identity."

Shilo was in disbelief. Mag had a daughter and that daughter was Ana? Shilo thought about how she always thought there was a similarity between the two. They were both fantastic singers, they moved in the same way, they looked similar. Now that she really thought about it, if you put a picture of the two together, they could very well be the same person. Suddenly another thought struck Shilo. That thing that Ana or Jillian according to Graverobber, had said; "I see a world of promise in you." Shilo suddenly realized that Mag had said the exact same thing to her on the night of the opera when she came to visit her. She always thought it was suspicious that GeneCo had had found a new singer in such a short amount of time and that the public didn't seem to mind. It all made sense now. The pieces had been put together. It was so obvious. How could she not have noticed before?

"I guess it would make a lot of sense but, are you absolutely positive it was her in the picture?"

"I'm positive. It was definitely her. She may have been a little younger in the picture but I'm more than sure it was her."

Shilo bit her thumbnail, thinking it over. If "Ana" truly was Mag's daughter then she needed to know. Mag was her godmother after all. That would make her daughter family too wouldn't it? "Then I guess the only way we can be certain is by confronting her about it."

"Do you think we should? What if she denies it?"

"Graves, if this is really true then its a pretty big deal. I think she owes us an explanation after we trusted her."

"So you're saying you really do trust her?"

"Well, yeah. I mean she did save us after all. Plus she's helped us out a few times already. If she's really hiding her identity I'm sure she has a good reason, especially if she's Mag's daughter."

Graverobber smiled at Shilo's enthusiasm. "That woman can do no wrong in your eyes, can she?"

"Of course not. Mag was amazing and she was my godmother." Shilo's eyes lit up. "Wait, thats it. If I tell her my true relation to Mag, may be she'll tell me hers!"

"You're sure about this? I mean those files were kept hidden for a reason."

"Oh, c'mon, Graves! You're saying that you're not interested in digging up some of GeneCo's secrets?"

"I am but I don't want us to get into any more trouble, especially you. We're already on Amber's hit list."

"It'll be fine. Tomorrow after the rehearsal, I'll ask her to come back here to write more material with me, then you and I will confront her together."

Graverobber rubbed the back of his head. "Well, okay then. If you say so."

"Trust me, it's going okay. She'll tell us. I have a good feeling."

"It looks like your opinion of her has changed as well."

Shilo shrugged. "Like I said, she helped us out already. She may be a little weird sometimes but she's friendly. I don't see any reason not to like her now."

"Good attitude, Shilo."

Shilo yawned.

"Ready to crash?"

"Yep." said Shilo, stretching and laying her head back on the pillow.

Graverobber smiled down at her and was about to get off the bed. Shilo grabbed his hand and smiled back up at him. "You can sleep here tonight if you want but that's all we're gonna do."

Graverobber laughed softly. "Sure, kid. Whatever you say." he said as he crawled back into bed with her.

So what do you think? I'm sorry for slowing the pace again but I needed a filler. I promise next chapter will be more eventful. Reviews, please!